I Will Have A Good Day Today

I will have a good day today.

I will.

Even though I dropped my 4 month old Otterbox-clad Galaxy S7 this morning.

Even though that 4 foot fall damaged the video input to the screen and the bottom quarter is covered in a thick green bar and there’s little hot pink lines running from top to bottom.

Even though I didn’t work out this morning because I was dealing with the phone crisis.

Even though I am late to work and I hate staying late on Fridays.

Even though I felt this crushing frustration this morning that I seem to have very bad luck with phones.

I will have a good day.

Not because the phone is still functional, but difficult to use.

Not because I can afford to buy a new one if I want.

Not because we found my old thrice submerged Note 5 and it still works.

Not even because all of this is a little negative blip in an otherwise extremely blessed life.

No.

I will have a good day because I choose to.

That’s not a choice that comes naturally to me. My nature is to dwell on the negative. To wallow in self-pity and focus on what is going wrong. But not today.

Today, I will have a good day.

Even if I have to tell myself that a hundred times.

It. Will. Be. A. Good. Day.

I hope you have one too.

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I Am A Beautiful Person

My sister-in-law recently posted one of those “do this silly thing and post what you get” pictures on Facebook. I initially rolled my eyes and scrolled on by. But something – might have just been an unwillingness to turn off the phone and go to sleep – something made me scroll back up and read the comments.

They were mostly nonsensical, almost-funny statements. They all had some sort of grammar issue but almost, just almost made sense. And that intrigued me.

The “silly” thing you were to do was to put your phone in edit mode, you know, where the keyboard shows up. For most people (although not, it turns out, my husband), that results in three default words you can select without typing anything. The instruction was to tap the center word 20 times and post what you got.

So I did it and this is what I got:

I am a beautiful person. I am a beautiful person. I am a beautiful person. I am

If I had kept tapping that center word, I would have continued to announce to the world that I was a beautiful person.

A friend informed me that my phone was a narcissist. That would be one take, but it wasn’t my initial response to the phone’s mantra. My phone obviously knows me very well. I suppose it makes sense seeing as how so much of my life takes place through it: WordPress, Facebook, email, text messages, my calendar, my workout regiment, what games entertain me, where I want to go. Shoot, it even knows when I wake up each morning and when I want to be asleep. And how often my children need to be entertained by my phone. Even when our internet at home is down and I resort to my mobile hotspot to finish watching Netflix.

It obviously knew me well enough to know that correct grammar was important to me and so didn’t embarrass me with sticking oddball words in the middle of my random sentence, as if I were someone trying to write English assembly instructions despite English being my second (or third) language.

And it would appear that it knows how hard I am on myself. No, I don’t think my phone is a narcissist. I think it was trying to encourage me to practice positive self-talk. Just tell yourself this, it was saying to me. Just tell yourself this over and over and over and over again until you believe it. Truly, deeply believe it – not just an academic acceptance, but in your soul.

That must be what it was doing because it never would say anything else, no matter how many times I tried.